first trip to Wigan was the worst.Been underage drinking earlier,then met up with the lads who had already been on the niter scene.
"Lets go up to Wigan" they said." You coming?".I'd just had my membership come thru so it'd be rude to say no.
6 of us piled into a mini,i kid you not, and me being the littlest ended up on the handbrake,no seatbelt.All the way.
Noticed the others seemed very awake for the time of nite,i was flagging.Great sounds on the way though.
Got to Wigan at god knows what time,to the strains of Yvonne Baker,Jeanette Williams,Ann Perry etc.
2 of the lads on entry to the balcony area then produced a small baseball bat,and marched off to find a guy .Welcome to the world of Northern Soul. .
After it closed ,i was knacked,but the others went swimming!Left me in the car, b*lloxed .
Can't remember journey home but on arrival tried to make some sandwichs,which i fell into ,face first, to the shock of me mum.
Never again? .Learnt from the masters,the art of staying awake.After that it was Mecca first followed by Wigan(sometimes).